Sword fighting

Noo woke at about 6am this morning. He'd had a good long sleep, but I needed more. Nevertheless, I dragged myself out of bed to supervise battlefield 'construction' and sword fighting. We have since deemed this sword unsuitable and hidden it - cruel parents that we are. He hasn't noticed.......yet.

GravyC and I went out for a 12 mile run before spending an hour or so with his middle brother and family. Noo enjoyed battling with his (much older) cousins, so much so that he donated a packet of his precious chocolate buttons for them to share!

Home in time for ZQ who was on a winning streak - happy to have scored a try in his rugby match, a Liverpool win, and thrashing us all at Cluedo